Buckle up those twilight thoughts, the night's coming gently. Stars wheeling unseen just beyond the horizon, aren't they fantastic? Like tiny eyes observing the whispers of our waking day.
Ever wonder how water remembers a single drop or pebble thrown long ago? That's time trickling, my friend, pooling into chaos yet letting each ripple remain distinct. A whirring harmonization.
Potato chips and books always recollect fondness. Crunch in symphony with plot twists, remember feeling page-torn yet entirely whole?